Flat Laptop Conspiracy
I'm writing this
while watching a bi-winged
translucent thing
crawl across
my glowing screen,
inching closer
to the edge of my laptop.
The light source
above my head, is local.
The bug knows it.
I know it.
Even my cats are privy
to the view.
I'm writing this poem
while pondering
a pressurized system
parked next to
the vacuum of infinite space,
with just a mouse
crouched between them.
Eating cheese
and crackers.
The god of your world
tricked you
into believing
time and space
and
and
gravity rainbows.
Note to self: never fall
for the color
of evil,
unless you are willing
to butcher the spirit of
poetry,
while jerking off
to the sobriety of
a mega giga galaxy going
backward,
without ever knowing
reverse.
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